Some day.....

This morning,  I was awoken at the crack of daybreak by my dear, sweet, three year old. 

I think he was up BEFORE the neighborhood rooster.

He decided that it was time to "wate up", so up he was.  After growling at him to turn off the light and close the door.  I was able to convince him to crawl into bed with us.  This was purely selfish on my part, because I had no intention what-so-ever of crawling out of bed at that hour.

As he crawled in, he started out all curled in a ball....  slowly, as he began to relax and warm up..... a heat seeking, frozen foot, began to gently travel down the length of my leg.  After stifling the scream that wanted to emerge from being shocked by 5 tiny icebergs........  I laid there and thought..... 

Someday, I am gonna miss this.......... Someday he will be too big to want to crawl in with mom and dad.  Someday I will have to pry him out of bed with a crowbar, and miss his sweet morning personality.  Someday I will miss the pudgy little arm that wraps itself around my neck and the little fingers that play with my hair......

yeah........  someday.

More Fair Fun

Lest you think the only thing that happened to us at the fair was the whole fart thing....

We met a very nice cow who was determined to change our opinion of his very rude and crass bunk mate. 
                                                      

 

While he was so kindly passing out rough, dry kisses.  He stuck his tongue in his nose, and everyone knows that is his way of saying,  "Not all cattle are vile and smelly.  Really, all I want to do is be your friend."

Hunter found this ability, to insert ones tongue into ones nasal cavity, very impressive.  I have also seen Jeremiah attempting to duplicate this feat, on more than one occasion since fair day.

We also met some rather interesting foul.

I don't know if you will be able to see this guy's eyes..........  but he won the "he who blinks first is loser" game.  And then there was this guy..........  He clearly won the "best hair" award.

And like every good fair there were rides and "wotten tandy" , of which you can see evidence of all over Jeremiah's face.

It was so much fun.  Jeremiah said he wants to go "aden"......... on Tuesday.

Sorry buddy, you will have to wait till next year.

Fair Farts

Sweeny strollin with Big Daddy checkin out the sheeps

We decided to be good patrons of our county this year and head to the Fair.  We, of course, went on the busiest night of the week, because there was a rock star there that Big Daddy really, Really, REEEALLY wanted to see.  So we loaded the troops up into the big blue buh'vuhvan (Sweeny for suburban) and headed the 5.2 miles to the fairgrounds.

What can I say.... I don't live in a big town.

We pet the rabbits.

                                    

we checked out some geese

                                     

met an appropriately named rooster

 But the best thing that happened all night was when we went over to check out the steers.......  it was a moment in time that can never be reproduced, and as a mother I must say I failed in my duties to adequately chronicle my children's lives, I was not rolling video on this moment of all moments.......

                           One of these...........

Ripped the biggest....

Most Odiferous.......

Cheek Flappin.......

Tail Twitchen..........

Fart..........  Right. On .  Hunter..................  ahahahahahhhhahahahahahahaha!!!!!!

Just as he realized what had happened, he turned to express his shock, horror, and I am sure, a wee bit of awe, regarding the steer's PSI rating....

He nearly missed getting pooed on by a different steer.

Again, I missed this photo op.  I was nearly in tears I was laughing so hard.

I recovered enough to get this......

Gotta love it......

Friday Nights At the River

There have been two Friday's we have gone to the River after work, just Big Daddy, the little boys, and me.  The first time I forgot my camera....  this time, I remembered.

 

Mexico Memories ~ week's end

Slowly, as the fourth day progressed....  the sickness subsided.  Everyone was able to get a good night's rest, because we were going to have to get back at it the next day. 

Day five started slowly.... stomachs were still queasy, and everyone was worn out from being so sick just hours before.  Eventually, we got out to an area called Los Olivos around lunch time to set up for our carnival in this community.  This neighborhood was much poorer than Las Alamedas where we were staying, and poorer still than the neighborhood that the church of Fransisco Villa was in.  As soon as we left the city of Atizipan ( where Las Alamedas was ) .... you could see the stark difference in the way people were struggling to survive.  It was a sea of gray concrete houses, no one could afford to paint.  There were more stray animals, and the smell of poverty was even stronger.  Streets were narrower, with less cars.  More kids on the streets, hanging around the houses, just looking for something to do.

We arrived  at a large concrete pad, in the middle of a neighborhood.  It was about the size of a soccer field, but it had basket ball posts on it too.  It was supposed to be a park..... but to think of children playing there, was a depressing thing....  there wasn't much joyful looking or fun inspiring about this place.  It was grey, rainy and cold.  Our job was to make some fun here..... to bring light and joy on this rainy day....and tell others about Jesus.

Because of the rain..................  they got us a tent..................

It started out as just this yellow part.  They determined, not long after our arrival, that this "small " tarp wasn't going to cut it..... so the tent guy got back in his Chevy S-10 and got an old billboard and  more poles and rope so we could have some shelter on the sides of us and keep our a bit more rain. ( I am sure from the air we were quite the sight to see )

All in all, it worked well to keep us mostly dry and we got on with the carnival, skits and games.

Even though it was pouring rain, we had a good turn out.  We performed both skits.... this was the first time we were able to perform the Lifehouse skit.... and it spoke to the people, you could see it in their eyes.... the message of how Jesus was calling to them was powerful.  We were able to tell the people that we would be back on Monday, with a doctor.... and we hoped they would come and bring their friends.

So the first week in Mexico has ended....  we flew in on Monday, worked hard Tuesday and Wednesday, we were sick on Thursday, and finished Friday strong with our last carnival.  Our weekend would be no less eventful as the first 5 days.................